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Thinking of Us

In a land of laundry and lists
meaningful kisses and economy shows
faraway places surrounded by everyday faces
that glow in the moonlight
like a firefly might if not closed for the night
I’m amazed at the ways you creep
crawl into my thoughts
like a daddy long legs in a warm garden morning
With no warning you flash like a fire
rekindle desires that died a long time ago
You’re at your best free and distressed
but I thought you should know
the fantasy my idle mind sows

A poem written by a much younger me, sometime in the late 90s. My muse cried when I gave it to her, and kept it in her purse for years, which I would probably consider my biggest success as a poet.

There's a few parts I like so I thought I'd share it.

10 Mar 07

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